We sat on the bed in each other’s arms just basking in the feel of being together. The evening sunlight filtered through the open window, a breeze comes through bathing us in its pure feel. Here and now I can’t imagine being in any other place in the world. I look up into my boyfriend’s face, he’s thinking I can tell because he crinkles his nose whenever he’s trying to concentrate.
“What wrong?”
“Nothing”
“Come on just tell me”
“No you’re going to think I’m weird”
I laugh, “I already think you’re weird. Come on just tell me.”
“I was just thinking, why don’t you ever call me bae?”
I swear I would have laughed myself into oblivion if not for the serious look on his face. So I hold it in so he could keep his Y chromosome and answer, “Do you know what “bae” means? It’s supposed to be this endearing word for someone who you deeply care about but when people use it on a daily basis to random people they see on the street it ruins it. Like just today Maria called like 4 guys she didn’t even know bae and all I’m thinking is why you would call a random people something that should be reserved for just one person. The person who person who makes you feel wonderful and laugh. And you do all those things, which is why I think you deserve a better nickname than some overused “hipster” word.”
I look up at him to see him smiling that wonderfully lopsided smile that wakes up the butterflies in me. He’s stares down at me and says, “You got all hat from one three letter not even a full syllable word?” He starts to laugh and I join him.
“Why did you bring it up? Do you want me to call you my bae?” I keep laughing but he stops, then the wheels in my head start turning. “Oh my god you do.” I cannot keep the smile off my face his embarrassed expression. I turn around in his lap so we are face to face, I sit up on my knees so I’m a bit higher than him. He says, “I just heard the guys in the locker room talk about how their girls always call them bae and I was just thinking why you don’t call me yours. It’s no big deal I understand now, you don’t have to.”
I look into those big puppy-dog eyes and my heart melts. I wrap my arms around his should and bring my hands up to rest on either side of his neck. He puts both hands on the skin exposed below my shorts and kisses the inside of my wrist as it brushes the side of his face. I look him in the eyes and as the last of the sun starts the set and the room has turned golden I say, “Jacob Jones, you are my one and only bae.” I kiss him passionately on the lips, then he pulls away to kiss my cheek, forehead, and nose. I giggle at the feeling and we lay back down again, I can feel his heartbeat underneath my head on his chest. For a long time and hopefully for an even longer time it’s not his heartbeat, I hear it’s ours. Our heart beats as one, always.
